Steamy Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

he murmured against her skin. His mouth continued its downward journey, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Mia's head fell back against the glass window, her breath coming faster as he moved lower. When his lips closed around one sensitive nipple, she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, taking in the view from the window. Across the gap, her own hotel room window was visible, dark now. Other windows in surrounding buildings glowed with distant lights. The thought that someone might see them, might be watching as Alex's mouth worked at her breast, sent a fresh surge of heat between her legs.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

WARNING: STEAMY SCENE 18+ Evelyn's body still hummed with the aftershocks of her release, her skin flushed and sensitive under Roman's touch. She leaned into his kiss, tasting herself on his lips, a mix of salt and desire that made her head spin. The alcohol from the cocktails lingered in her veins, warming her from the inside out, loosening the last threads of her inhibitions. Roman pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he traced a finger along her jaw. "See? I know exactly what you need," he whispered huskily, his voice sending a fresh shiver through her.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

“But first, let’s calm me down, so I don’t burn the manor to the ground...” Her eyes went wide. “Rael...” she began, but her voice cracked into a gasp as his fingers found her, stroking with maddening precision. Her knees buckled slightly. “Say my name again?” he teased. Polly tried to speak, but the words came out as a moan instead. Her fingers clawed at his back, searching for something to hold on to. His mouth trailed lower, leaving a line of heat down her chest. Then, without warning, he tugged her dress down and took her breast into his mouth, suckling hard.

Ida gasped into the kiss as Anton's rough palms settled on her hips, and her thumbs traced the waistband of her underwear. “Pretty,” Lydia breathed from across the table. The silk robe had fallen open completely, her breasts bared, and her hand sliding between her thighs. “Julius, look at what you brought us.” Julius rounded the table. His hands found Ida's face, tilting her away from Amelie's mouth, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting of wine and something darker. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I've wanted this. Wanted them to have you.”

The look in his eyes sends a pulsing thrill through me. His gaze burns into me as he undresses. I can’t seem to lift my eyes high enough to meet his. Everything about him is beautiful. My fingertips throb to feel him. My tongue is craving the way he tastes. I lean up to satiate the powerful urges. Before my skin lands on his, he grabs my wrists and holds them to my side. His dark smile breeds more passion in me. Since my hands are tied, I scoot my body closer to his, but he moves away. Frustration paints my face, making him chuckle.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

It wasn't that painful as she read in the novels- "Ahhhh!" A scream escaped her lips, eyes shot opening wide when he thrusted in her in one go but he wasn't completely in yet. Eleanor covered her mouth as tears started to escape her eyes. He didn't move, water dropped from his hair on her forehead as she cried. His lips were in a thin line, jaw clenched the muscles of his back flexing as he tried to control his urge to ram inside her tight folds. "Baby." He rasped and with one forceful jerk he was deep inside her completely. Her back arched up and she cried out.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.